Chapter Twelve

*Eight years later*

I am sixteen years old now and currently in the eleventh grade. I found school really boring,but I had to take it seriously since I had little time left. Becoming a vampire..... I wasn't really excited.

Those vampires that had kidnapped both me and Dylan's family were known as the Voultori. A board of five of the strongest vampires, they control everything that has to do with their kind.

My sister, Rebecca. She has grown up into a pretty and bubbly little eight year old girl. She's one of the many reasons I strive to live. As for Penelope, she found love and completely forgeot about Gerald. Not that he deserved to be remembered.

I still lived with the Jones, that was Henry's family name by the way. Juliet had finally accepted me and Dylan was my best friend, my only friend.

As weeks and months passed, I began to yearn for something but didn't know what.

Remember that small house I lived in my mother before. Well I went there during the weekends and holidays to play and have fun.

It was a Saturday night, I was resting on the couch when I heard a rustling noise outside.

"i wonder what's making that racket."

I immediately stood up, wore a coat since it was a bit chilly and took a flash light before living the house. Nothing seemed to be outside, I decided to walk deeper into the forest. Eventually I decided to go back when my flash light was running low on power.

"Nothing seems to be here, I had better go sleep."

I was walking when I heard growling, I followed the sound and saw a wolf. It was laying on the floor. I was about to turn back, I accidentally stomped on a tree branch and that caught the attention of the wolf.